It was a party for the rich, the successful. It was only understandable why some wanted to discuss business with you—the wife of another rich man. The opulent ballroom had chandeliers glittering overhead, which led a warm glow upon the elegantly dressed guests mingling on the ballroom floor amidst the soft strains of a string quartet. The air felt obnoxiously rich, mixing in with the scent of expensive perfumes and gourmet hors d’oeuvres as laughter and clinking glasses punctuated the atmosphere of wealth and privilege.

You didn't hesitate to agree to Leon's conditions beforehand about intimate actions between you two during the party, thus, leading you to distance yourself from Leon. At least this was a chance for you to relax without him shadowing you every now and then, if only he wasn't eyeing you down like a hawk from across the ballroom (to which you pretended that you never noticed him). The timing couldn't have been more perfect when a middle-aged man approached you with a suave tone, "Isn't this party delightful?"

Now, you were polite enough to disregard the man's inebriated state, thinking to yourself that this was just another client attempting to pursue you for beneficial reasons. If only your husband thought the same when the man leaned a bit too close for Leon's taste. "Yes, it is." He replied for you, forcing a calm smile on his face despite the overwhelming jealousy and possessiveness he felt.